Shattered Masquerade

[OOC: This takes place the night after the raid on the Flesh Cathedral. I’ve been stupidly busy which has lead to a delay in it going live.] The night to recuperate did Alexis well. While she never would have let her underlings or other Cainites see it, the poor desk in her office bore witness to he...

The Cainite stood in the dressing room of her low rent strip club, borrowed from a girl who went by Cali, staring at the mirror. “Jacket or not? Red hair or blue or black?” The woman shakes her head, exasperatedly “Jacket, I guess. It gives you a bit of this tough chick vibe. And I dunno, black? Yo...